I don’t know…what do you wanna do? LOL.
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As the iPhone struck midnight on New Year’s Eve, I realized I’d be single for a decade. In another time, or another insipid rom-com plot, that thought might have ground me into dust. But 2018, for all its faults and Tide Pods, is going to be a great year–because I have plans to travel alone.
My trendy millennial-magnet suitcase and I are rolling out of here this March, headed for Paris and London, with nothing more than excitement, several pairs of black leggings, and a travel journal in tow.
Sadness, fear, and feelings of inadequacy don’t pack well.
But that’s all I had for a really long time. I didn’t think I could travel, because I didn’t have anyone to travel with. There were girls trips and weddings (not helping), but there was never a moment when the instinct to wander struck that I actually took it up on its offer. I wasn’t going anywhere, in any sense of the word. I was stuck at home and stuck feeling like being single was a bad thing.
Whether it comes from societal influence or it’s self-imposed I’m not sure, but for far too long I thought of being single as a negative, and a negative only. I couldn’t see the genuine benefits of being single that I’d miss someday. This went on for years, and while several things can take credit for curing it, including time and the natural pairing of wisdom and age, traveling alone really deserves the byline.
Fomo has a boiling point. I think mine took about seven years to come to temp. I could credit Instagram with my inner seething rage, the constant flow of beach-at-sunset, Sonoma-at-sunrise fodder that I always knew I wanted, but didn’t feel…